"Why hasn't Sylvia come back yet?" After waiting for a long time and not seeing Sylvia return, a sense of foreboding appeared in his heart, and he got up to go out to have a look. As soon as he got up from his seat, the bartender before threw himself into his arms, panting and saying:

"Bad guest, that elf lady was captured by Baron Hersh!"

"What?!" His dark pupils turned dark purple in an instant, and he grabbed the bartender by the collar and asked, "How did they go?"

"Yes...... They were walking in a black carriage. The bartender was grabbed by the collar and lifted up, now with both legs dangling, and his tightened neck kept him kicking.

"What I said is true! They just left, and they walked on East Street!"

"You'd better tell the truth. Gloom threw the bartender to the ground, kicked open the tavern door, and rushed out.

"Wait for me, brother!" Mason followed and ran out of the door.

The streets are full of people and traffic, and it is impossible to see the whole picture of the road with the naked eye alone. Gloomy looked around, three steps and two steps, and with a few swishs, he went up to the roof of a small building.

Stand tall and see far. On the roof of the building, I saw a black carriage rampaging through the street, and it was already far away, and if I gave the carriage a little more time, I am afraid that I would not even be able to see a shadow.

"Damn it. "I was angry, Feng Yang counted out, his speed was so fast, he couldn't be considered an assassin. Even if a knight rode a warhorse, the speed could only reach this level.

He crossed the crowds, ran through the streets, ran past the vendors, and walked through the alleys. One could only feel a gust of wind passing by, and then only a figure could be seen moving farther and farther away.

The demon's strong physique gave him unparalleled stamina, and he could maintain this speed and run for 200 miles. For ordinary people, let alone 200 miles, even if it is two miles, they can't run down.

Gradually, the darkness got closer and closer to the black carriage.

......

"Oh, beautiful elf lady, please don't be afraid. I just wanted to invite you to my house. Hersh grinned as she reached out and tapped Sylvia's chin lightly.

Sylvia's hands were tied behind her back, she looked at Hersh resentfully, and said, "Don't even think about it, Dark will definitely come to save me, you wait for death!"

"Dark?" Hersh raised his head slightly, stared at Sylvia, with a hint of banter in his eyes, and said, "Seeing that you are so sure, then he must be your little lover? I wonder what he will rely on to save you? You must know that it is impossible for that little guy to enter the manor of a kingdom baron casually!"

"Hmph, just wait for him to knock on the door!" Sylvia snorted coldly, not speaking.

"I waited for him to call. Hersh picked up a small fruit from a plate in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth, noncommittal to Sylvia's words. Just kidding, if anyone could enter his house casually, then he would be a baron for nothing.

The speed of the carriage was in a state of constant speed. The carriage uses the same spring-loaded technology found on dwarven cannons, and it is very comfortable to ride, with no vibration at all, and even if you put a cup of tea in it, there are only some slight fluctuations on the tea surface at most.

The price of this carriage alone was about 4,000 gold coins, and Hersh used a quarter of his family property to buy this carriage, mainly to fill the façade, and the carriage was the face of a nobleman.

"My lord, there's a guy chasing us in the back. A guard stuck his head in through the car door and said.

"Oh?" Hersh frowned, and he flicked his hand over the curtain hanging from the window to look out, and saw a rush of chickens and dogs jumping behind the carriage.

A big stride jumped over the head of an old lady, and then he held up a small shop and a carriage, which was a chicken seller, and the chickens were lying there quietly one by one, and when they were darkened, the roosters, hens, and chicks all blew up their nests, and they clucked there, but their legs were tied, so they could only flap their wings in vain and set off a lot of chicken feathers.

"Wang, Wang......" Several dogs in the nursing home also began to bark, since then the sound of chickens, dogs barking, and people's scolding have all been mixed together, and I can't tell which one is which, but they all live!

Hersh clearly saw a sharp figure rushing out of the sky and heading straight for his carriage! How could anyone run so fast? Look at the figure, it was only forty or fifty paces away from his carriage, and it was still shrinking!

"Hurry! Hurry!" shouted Hersh to the carriage door, lowering the curtains. Obediently, the guy who can run so fast, he will definitely not be able to beat him!

The driver, who was sitting in front of the driver, heard Hersh shouting from behind and immediately threw up his horsewhip. The painful horse was stimulated by the pain and ran faster, and the speed of the carriage directly increased by one percent.

"When Darkness catches up, you will die!" a disdainful smile appeared on Sylvia's lips.

"There's no way he's going to catch up. Hersh pretended to be calm and picked up a cup of black tea, but as soon as the black tea was brought to his lips, there was a loud bang behind the carriage, and then the whole carriage was shaken.

The hot black tea poured Hersh on his head and face, and not only that, but a sharp prick stabbed in from the back of the carriage, scratching Hersh's arm.

The coachman whipped the horse pulling the cart harder, and the carriage became faster, and in an instant it widened a little.

The city gate was close at hand, and the carriage rushed out of the city gate with a sudden acceleration.

"Don't move!" several guards holding spears pointed their spears at the darkness as if facing a great enemy, just now they could see clearly, this pervert was chasing the carriage wildly, and then suddenly pierced the car of Baron Hersh with the strange weapon in his hand, with such strength is definitely a real fierce man, and their small gate guards are not the opponent of this kind of fierce man.

The guards at the gate now regret a little, they shouldn't have stopped people just now, and now that this fierce man is standing here and not leaving, maybe they will be stabbed next. Thinking of this, the spears held by several gatekeepers trembled slightly.

"Mom, goodbye, Ruhua, find someone to marry, Xiaodouding, dad loves you......"

"Bastard. He stopped and watched the carriage get farther and farther away, his face gloomy as if it were about to drip water. He licked the blood from the long thorn of the "Rose" with his tongue, and turned away.

Of course, the guards didn't dare to stop him, but they wished that the evil star would leave quickly.

Until the dark figure was no longer visible, several gatekeepers sat down on the ground at once, muttering:

"God of Light again, thank you for the blessing, thank you for the blessing, I survived......"